A bit of back story.
I was fostered when I was 12 and knew my foster family from the age of 5. I grew up with them and I always considered them my family. My parents. My siblings etc. Every year now for over 30 years I've sent card on birthdays and xmas etc to all of them and it's just dawned on me that I never get any back. Not one. Not even once.
My oldest foster sister got engaged and I wasn't invited to the hen do but coincidence I bumped into them while I was on holiday in the same town that same weekend. Awkward moment but I was invited for drinks but you must come alone. I declined as I was on holiday with my husband and new baby and staying with a friend
. The wedding invite came and I was invited but no one else. So again I had to decline as the baby was a new born and the wedding was 4 hours away.
Discussions at a later date from my foster mother about brexit. She called me a racist. I was horrified and cross and she later apologised and said she hoped our friendship wouldn't be affected. Our friendship. I was bowled over. I realised at that moment I had it so wrong. It all fell into place and I decided to slowly cut ties. However her mum died. My foster gran. I loved her dearly but I was told via text and to not ring for comfort. I was told when the funeral would be but not invited. I'm hurt and I feel stupid I got it so wrong.
She still sends me pics of her family via watta ap and i look at them now and think. Whatever. AIBU to cut ties.